Drowning Under 8'5 | Ranboo x Fem. Reader (not my art)

Chapter Twenty-one - Confessed

[A/n]: GUYS THIS IS A BIG CHAPTER!!! IT'LL BE A BIT LONGER, SO HAVE FUN!!!
💜💜💜 brace yourselves!

[Y/n] - Your name
[F/c] - favorite color
[E/c]- eye color (if you have two different colored eyes, go for it!)
[H/c] - hair color (if you have a certain type of hair in mind, use it!)
[H/l] - hair length
[Y/h] - your height (use whatever height you want!)
[F/f] - favorite flower
[Fi/fi] - first initial
[F/b] - breakfast
More will be added later!
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Previously...

She suddenly looks me in the eyes, in a way that I've never seen her look at me before. It's not uncomfortable. Actually, it's even less uncomfortable then when we've always maintained eye contact.

But it's... loving? I can't put my finger on it.

"Ranboo?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

[Y/n]'s pov

~Flashback - before she went to find Techno under the tree~ ([A/N]: shut up I know what you're thinking you adorable little heathen😂)

Phil and I are chilling in the house, making small talk. I'm sitting on the table and he's writing something at the table. I begin to stare into space. I subconsciously start to smile.

"Thinking about Ranboo?"

I snap my head towards him. It's no surprise he knows me better than anyone. "Yeah. He didn't do anything wrong Phil. I yelled at him and he looked so.. broken. He said he hated himself for betraying my trust. I told him I can't trust him again until he earns it."

"Well... it seems like you still trust him." He leans back crossing his arms. "... do you think he hates me?" I ask sheepishly.

"I think you have to figure that out for yourself." I nod in understanding. We sit in silence for a few seconds. He pipes up again, "So. What do you think of him?"

I look up at him slowly. I raise an eyebrow, "Who?"

"Who do you think, dear? Ranboo." My heart jumps at the sound of his name. "Or better yet, how do you feel about Ranboo?"

My stomach flutters. I feel flustered. Why does he keep saying Ranboo's name like that??

"Let's just say my heart and stomach both went skydiving at the same time when you merely said his name."

"Ahhh.. so you do love him!"

I snap my face towards him. "What do you mean, 'you do love him!'?"

"I've had my suspicions, sweetheart. I've seen how you both look at each other. He loves you, y'know."

"But how can you be sure??"

"Like I said... go find out for yourself. You're capable of doing it. Tell him! Darling, I'm not a stranger to love. I was married you know."

"Yeah... I know. Thanks, Grandpa." He smiles warmly at me. "Of course kiddo."

~Flashback over (present time)~

I said it. I said the thing. I said exactly what I felt. I love him. Even though he effed up. Even though he had his fair share of mistakes. I realize now that the things he does that embarrasses him, the mistakes he makes, the little things he does, they are all what makes me love him. I make mistakes, too! I frick things up sometimes. If we don't then.. how do we know we are humane in any way?